Tears find my heart
With the epitaph of your love
I am lost, once again,
Staring into the room.
Once there was a precious boy,
Playing with his father's shoes
Holding himself firm,
Pretending to be a stronger man.
Now the boy is lost
To the blankets of yesteryears...
And my tears come again
Reburning my scars of my youngest son
A contest entry
- W000T! 50 TROPHIES :d:d:d:d!! by Lady Michaella.
495 points, ended February 22, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Damn this is awesome,
Its got a lot of poetic ability in it, something that I don't have the flair for. You have a true Talent Nel and I envy it


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an exelent write and a very interesting take on th egiven prompt, good luck in the contest with this sad but very good write


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omg..... this is amazing.. so sad... wow.. so deep and meaningful. fantastic work here.. great meaning.
very well penned
thanks for entering,
and best of luck in the contest!!
your judge,
-Lemon Bee-
xx



